"
The thought received confirmation immediately in the form of a
knock at the door. Jed looked over his spectacles.
"Hum," he mused, sadly, "there's no peace for the wicked, Babbie.
No sooner get one order all fixed and out of the way than along
comes a customer and you have to get another one ready. If I'd
known 'twas goin' to be like this I'd never have gone into
business, would you? But maybe 'tain't a customer, maybe it's
Cap'n Sam or Gabe Bearse or somebody. . . . They wouldn't knock,
though, 'tain't likely; anyhow Gabe wouldn't. . . . Come in," he
called, as the knock was repeated.
The person who entered the shop was a tall man in uniform. The
afternoon was cloudy and the outer shop, piled high with stock and
lumber, was shadowy. The man in uniform looked at Jed and Barbara
and they looked at him. He spoke first.
"Pardon me," he said, "but is your name Winslow?"
Jed nodded. "Yes, sir," he replied, deliberately. "I guess likely
'tis."
"I have come here to see if you could let me have--"
Babbie interrupted him. Forgetting her manners in the excitement
of the discovery which had just flashed upon her, she uttered an
exclamation.
"Oh, Uncle Jed!" she exclaimed.
Jed, startled, turned toward her.
"Yes?" he asked, hastily. "What's the matter?"
"Don't you know? He--he's the nice officer one.
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